planning a disastrous calling forth of the Great Old Ones that Lovecraft was so fond of writing about. He's been spending lots of time out and about...I can only assume that it's been at the library reading dark tomes of evil, learning all he can about the arcane arts. Below, you'll see a picture of the savage plan. He's named it "The Vietnam Plan", although I can't for the life of me figure out why...Click on the image to get a closer look at it.

Notice that I am nowhere to be seen in this drawing...also, from the scope of things, it appears that he's made the dimensions of our apartment fold in upon themselves as to give him more space to place this dastardly device in the ceiling, so as to crush my head when I come out of my room. This would never work with the space we currently have, seeing as we live in the equivalent of a trailer inside an apartment building. he's sitting, smiling in his chair, just *waiting * for me to come out and have my brains splattered all over the door.

I've taken to drugging his cat, and injecting him with window cleaner while he sleeps...hopefully it will help, for if it does not...i am lost..